Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Freshman Bomber (4)
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“Aaah! Uwaaaah!”
“Yuna’s so wet.”
Park Won-jun smacked his lips as he watched the panting Jung Yuna.
His hand roughly teased her clit.
It wasn’t his usual style of tailoring to a woman’s pace.
This was just the process of manufacturing lube for shoving his cock in.
Her pussy had a light bush, but it was pretty in a youthful way.
Won-jun kept rubbing her clit with his fingers to loosen up the spot where his dick would be pounding all night.
He usually preferred licking it with his tongue to reduce her pain and heighten her pleasure, but not tonight.
Yeah, that’s right.
Sometimes, just going at it rough like this was fun too.
How could a man not love women?
A woman’s blissful face. A woman’s agonized expression from being forced into something she didn’t want.
All of that was a man’s joy, and Won-jun was the type to chase primal happiness.
“Haa, haa.”
“Looks like I can slide it in now.”
Won-jun prepared to insert himself as he eyed the heaving Yuna.
He hadn’t put in much effort, but his accumulated experience hadn’t vanished, and Yuna’s face was flushed with arousal.
“Oppa, yours is too big...”
“It’s fine.”
“Slowly, ahhk! Slowly!”
His glans pushed in first.
No matter how big and hard the cock, a woman’s pussy was built to take it all with enough foreplay.
“Aaaahk!”
“Hoo.”
Of course, the pain was another matter.
Yuna writhed in agony, her eyes nearly rolling back.
It was one of Won-jun’s favorite expressions.
“Aang! Oppa!”
His cock sank deeper bit by bit.
“Yuna, your tits are seriously perfect.”
Won-jun had fairly large hands, yet he could barely cup one of Yuna’s breasts.
Far from small—they were impressive, considering he could easily grasp both of Park Min-ju’s.
In missionary, where he could see her face and body, stroking those jiggling, massive tits brought immense satisfaction.
“Oppa, condom... put on a condom!”
“Don’t have any, Yuna.”
“Aang! It hurts! Ahhk!”
Won-jun flatly refused the condom request.
There was the obvious reason that raw sex felt way better, but that wasn’t all.
Passed.
Any normal early-20s woman should fear bareback sex.
Fearing an uncertain future was human instinct.
Begging for a condom only made stuffing her raw all the sweeter.
A dumb girl living carelessly wouldn’t taste good no matter how much you fucked her.
“It hurts! Aang!”
“Ah, feels good.”
Jiggling tits, a pretty cute face.
The tight grip of her pussy, inevitable with his massive cock.
In this prime fuck, Won-jun felt his climax building.
“Gonna cum, Yuna.”
“Huh? Outside, at least!!”
“Hoo.”
As if he’d listen.
Won-jun thrust as deep as possible and unloaded.
“Ah, Yuna, that was amazing.”
“......Haa.”
Yuna sighed, frowning at Won-jun, who’d rejected both condom and pullout.
She looked utterly resigned.
“Let’s hurry up and go again.”
“Huh? Ah!”
Yuna, who hadn’t dared say a word to Won-jun and was wiping her pussy with tissue, froze at his words—and at his already hardening cock.
“No way one round’s enough with you, Yuna.”
“Oppa, wait, just rest a bit.”
“No time.”
Won-jun, giggling as he tested how many rounds he could go tonight, prepped for round two.
“Did I ask to meet too late?”
“No, but I was really surprised.”
“Hahaha...”
In a cafe in Wangsimni, Seoul.
Park Si-young was meeting her boyfriend, Kim Dong-myeong.
“You’re supposed to be in Jeonju, and suddenly you’re in Seoul.”
“I had to come to Seoul with my parents, so I figured I’d see you while I’m here.”
“Oh? Shouldn’t I come along with you?”
“It’s fine! I told them everything.”
Si-young wore a slightly guilty expression.
Dong-myeong, who’d gotten permission with great difficulty, reassured his girlfriend.
The 20-year-old guy was newly realizing how tough long-distance dating was.
Not being able to frequently see his pretty girlfriend, who made him happy just looking at her.
He’d confessed over the phone at first, and when she accepted, he hadn’t even imagined these hardships.
“But meeting like this feels so good.”
“......Me too.”
Si-young replied to Dong-myeong’s shy display of affection.
“Something wrong?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Your face looks a bit off from usual.”
“Oh? Maybe ’cause I’m stressed from assignments?”
“Must be tough going to a good university.”
“Ahahaha.”
Si-young let out an awkward laugh.
Kim Dong-myeong had always been the most comfortable guy for her, aside from family.
Back when he was just a guy friend, he’d been so reliable. She’d thought he’d treat her well as a boyfriend too.
“......”
But then Park Won-jun appeared, shaking her life to its core.
“Wow, but Si-young, you’ve changed so much since going to Seoul.”
“Me?”
“Yeah! More sophisticated, I guess? Like, way prettier.”
“What, you here to borrow money?”
“No! For real.”
Dong-myeong marveled at his changed girlfriend.
Then he clamped his mouth shut in embarrassment.
That such a pretty girl was his girlfriend. He’d crushed on her forever.
Of course, anyone reuniting with a friend after so long would think the same—Si-young had transformed.
Makeup, clothes, style—all different.
And that was all thanks to Won-jun.
Pricier cosmetics, clothes, even a Gangnam hair salon.
Now, dolling up like this was habit. She’d completely changed.
“......”
Si-young took a sip of her warm coffee.
Her heart felt deeply uneasy.
No matter what, having items touched by another man mentioned in front of her boyfriend wasn’t comfortable.
Alone, she could endure by repeating Won-jun’s absurd words—that everyone fooled around like this.
“Heading to your parents’ after this?”
“Huh? Oh, probably?”
“Huh?”
“I just wanna stay with you a bit longer.”
Dong-myeong stammered.
Si-young smiled faintly and nodded, but something felt off.
In a world line where she’d never met Won-jun, she’d have flashed a cute grin and teased, You like me that much?
But Si-young, handled by a man several times now, was different.
Especially after learning from Won-jun, who approached women while hiding his desires.
“Oh! Bread’s ready.”
Swoosh.
“Huh?”
As the pager buzzed, he dashed to the counter with a grin.
In that moment, his phone slipped from his pocket. Luckily, it caught on the chair, averting disaster.
“Jeez.”
Why’s he running like that? Si-young picked up her boyfriend’s phone to set it on the table.
“Huh?”
A KakaoTalk popped up on Dong-myeong’s screen, and she reflexively checked it.
She knew it was wrong, but instinct took over.
“......”
[Yucheon: Thanks, but you gotta lend me motel money at least. Pay me back when you can.]
It was exactly the kind of thing she shouldn’t see.
Thud.
She set the phone on the table and sat back down.
“Haa.”
A sigh escaped immediately.
If she hadn’t met Won-jun, she’d have just felt embarrassed for him.
Or, true to her kind nature, touched that he’d come see her despite his tight budget.
How much money could a 20-year-old guy have? It’d only been months since ditching the school uniform.
But Si-young had changed.
The word “motel” brought no shame.
Oh, Dong-myeong wants to fuck me. He’s scared of missing a chance if it comes.
It was natural for a boyfriend to want sex with his girlfriend.
But Si-young just crossed her arms blankly.
Not in the realm of sentiment or innocence—just rational thought.
Unlike Dong-myeong, who clung to youthful purity out of excessive love for his girlfriend, Si-young had long departed for another world.
“Looks delicious.”
“Yeah.”
Dong-myeong set the plate of honey butter bread in front of her and carefully cut it with a fork.
“Gonna head home after this.”
“Huh? Oh?”
“Got a ton of assignments.”
“Ah...... Okay? I’ll walk you.”
“......”
Rather.
Si-young sighed inwardly.
Just say you want to fuck. Speak up if you want something.
Won-jun was always brazen, doing plays that disgusted her without hesitation.
But he was true to his desires and knew how to handle women.
He eased the fear of choice and responsibility.
Compared to that, boyfriend Dong-myeong was too meek. He should’ve at least said he wanted to stay tonight. Or not borrowed motel money at all.
“......”
Deep down, Si-young knew.
Dong-myeong had done nothing wrong. She was the one who’d changed.
But it couldn’t be helped. She knew she couldn’t go back.
Oppa Won-jun.
She wanted to surrender to that dictator-like man and be tossed around freely.
That was the true heart of the changed Si-young.
“Ahng! Aaang!”
Well past 2 a.m.
Park Won-jun was still enjoying rough sex with Jung Yuna in the hotel.
Driving me crazy.
The way her tits jiggled during doggy.
Even Won-jun, more into faces than bodies, nearly wavered in taste.
Slap slap.
Skin colliding, woman’s moans.
“Ahhk!”
Roughly handled, but Yuna’s body had adapted to Won-jun’s cock, drowning in pleasure.
“Ah, oppa! Outside! Aaang!”
“Yeah?”
A scream loud enough to worry about noise.
Won-jun saw the college girl he was pounding from behind trembling.
Can’t get enough.
He was giving her quite the varied pleasure tonight.
“Hauk.”
Yuna collapsed half-unconscious.
Perfect proof of climax.
“Yuna, what’s wrong.”
“Aa, oppa...”
Yuna mumbled with glazed eyes. No way she’d say it felt too good.
Is she a masochist?
Won-jun nearly mocked the girl climaxing.
Heading into his sixth ejaculation, and she was feeling pleasure?
Not wanting to think, he’d creampied through the fifth.
“Aang! Oppa! Oppa!”
“I haven’t cum yet, who said you could go first.”
Won-jun grabbed her hair and stabbed wildly from behind.
No propping up with hands. Just rape-like thrusting.
“Hoo, fuck.”
Climax surging, Won-jun cursed.
A good idea hit. He flipped Yuna’s body.
“These tits are the best.”
He jammed his cock between her huge breasts, forcing a paizuri position.
Her face, still dazed from being relentlessly fucked, was adorable.
“Urk!”
“Aa...... Uh, oppa? Kyaaak!”
Won-jun shook his dick between her tits and came, splattering semen across Yuna’s face.
Yuna took the first shot on her face, turned away, but couldn’t escape—front and sides got drenched instead.
“Hoo.”
“Uuu......”
Won-jun sighed in relief like after pissing. Yuna could only grimace, too drained to react much.
The best.
Rough sex. Forcing raw on a girl begging for condom.
Even facials without permission.
He’d picked Yuna for her big tits and decent face, but this much fun?
You’re next.
I wonder what fun Song Hyun-ah would bring tomorrow.